StrandedThe fragments of which the stain consisted of disintegrated- attaching itself to the soap, floating through the water, and revealing the pure white cotton. However, the stain, though greatly faded, was still notable if one knew that there had been a stain there to begin with. One could still see the blemish if one could not escape from the image of the ominous drop of blood soaking through the threads of fabric.
When the spot of ruby slipped down her face she had been shocked to feel such a sudden and cold chill glide down her cheek, and she was even more surprised when her eyes locked in on the perfectly round, red mark on her soft, white cotton sheet. She then pushed off the cover, stood up from her cream colored couch, and calmly walked down the hall, turned left, and went to the mirror in the bathroom. When she switched on the light she widened her eyes on discovering the reddish trail marking down her face, and was petrified to see a fresh drop of blood forming to follow the path
Feed from my body.
because it's easy,
because I'm weak,
and I like it.
I feel real.
I feel... significant.
I was keeping you alive.
But you never let me die completely,
because then who would you use?
I am your lamb.
Rip me into shreds
Oh, but you said you wouldn't.
and I let you
because I wanted you
close to me.
Maybe I did love you more than I let on.
Maybe I still need you.
Tú abuelito está infermo voy a ir a México mañana, stated my mother.
Most of my relatives from my mothers side that reside here in the United States rushed off to Mexico after hearing about my grandfathers hospitalization. I did not accompany them because prom was almost here and my dress was about the price of a plane ticket. It did not matter much to me because I thought they were all being foolish. They were all acting as if he was going to die.
My grandfather had recently visited the U.S. about a year or so ago. It had been too many years since he had seen his now grown-up children, and it had been the first time he met some of his grandchildren. I was ecstatic like a little girl because my papa was coming. I wanted him to stay with us forever, but he quickly went from child to child and then was ready to go back home to his tierra. I was puzzled and could not phantom why he did not want to stay here with us w
Waiting.I have been quite active though it may appear as if I have been just standing here in this desolate, white washed room. I continue waiting... even as far as picturing how beautiful it would be. How we would embrace, mixing our tears as our cheeks touch, you clinging to me desperately, and you would say everything I needed you to say for so many years:
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was unfair to have blamed you when it had nothing to do with you. It was all about me... it was about my relationship and it was my choice to stay with him. My own anger and depression blurred my sight so much that I couldn't see that you were there too... you were in pain too. I did love you, and I don't regret having you in my life.
I crave for this event to occur, and I replay it in my mind continuously on those sad, rainy days or on those lonely trips alone on the train. One day... I said. One day everything will be better, and I will be able to retrace my agonizing past with a smile.
SubmissionCada vez que me dañas lloro por tres días,
Cripple the SILENCE between us
and watch it drag across the massive room.
Look at AWKWARDNESS dancing lively
with brightly, colored ribbons in its hair.
Use those eloquent, precise words of yours to
pull the chains on my hands, feet, and mind.
Tell them the truth (lie lie lie!)
Tell them that your mentality has disintegrated
Tell them about your malicious intentions
to destroy what I hold pure.
this time it won't be so easy.
this time you'll have to fight against my rationality.
Because I grasp on to reality tightly,
even as you
toss it on the table
as it flops, and struggles for air.
you took it too far.
I won't play in this scene.
I won't abolish this sense of logic.
Allow your deceptions to bite into your arms,
then you'll won't be able to cling to what you please.
Esta vez que me dañastes
no puedo llora,
I think I remember you from somewhere
I think I even loved you once
Or maybe I'm a bit dazed...
Perhaps, I've misplaced my memories
Or I could had completely imagined you
Simply, to have a past to hold on to
My memories were dispensable
Now these thoughts of what once was are gone
But how I long for them
I long to reminisce...
I long to feel somewhat human
"I remember", I insisted to her
"Don't you recall of that rose we discovered?"
By now the rose has died
But I will never forget how beautiful it was
With those soft and whispering petals
The dusty, pink hues sprinkled across it
Those verdant leaves and threatening spikes
How we were intoxicated by its alluring scent of everything pure
Recall, how the thorn snipped at my finger
Causing the red liquid to fall against the dainty petals
Causing the drops of water to skim down my face
"Why are humans sad at times?", you asked
"To make those rare, joyful moments like this meaningful", I s